At 20 I've learned to appreciate those small things that I failed to notice all my life.
I am beginning to realise how fortunate I am to be living the life I do. Many pretty little things that I have are what someone somewhere longs for. I enjoy small talks as much as deep conversations, because shallow is what becomes deep. When I am surrounded by people I love and we all share a laugh, bring in hardcore madness into the room as if there ain't no tomorrow, I pause and let it seep through my skin. Let all my insides feel how invaluable times like these are. I no longer take an encounter with a stranger lightly because, strangers have the unsung ability to topple our lives upside down, out of nowhere. I mentally make a reminder of every smile flashed on me. Everybody who says I mean something to them. Everytime someone trusts me and confides in me. Every hug I receive.
I don't forget to notice the evening skies, ever so beautiful. The silver moon, now I love her in all her phases.
Not those big things that actually make us happy. But these small random things that touch our soul. Flesh and skin are putrescible, but feelings aren't. So learn to treasure every priceless moment while you are living them and not after they are but memories.